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Per Stiles Malia era come il sole.. non aveva bisogno di guardarla per sapere quanto fosse bella, lei ha dato luce alla sua vita, lo ha tirato fuori dal tunnel...
Ma Lydia.. Lei era la sua luna.. qualsiasi aspetto abbia, è sempre bellissima, e riesce sempre a rapirlo, la luna fa luce durante la notte, e Stiles ne aveva bisogno. Lui non era capace a scegliere....
Ma si sa.. Che la luna è la sua preferita.
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